We are dying slowly
Each of our own demise
Aching, in these fleshy vessels that we abide in
Tormented by mortal anguish
Hardening the truths of lies
Tell me not what I want to see
I want so much, what is so unsure
I want so much to not give a fuck
Hardening your lies to tell the truth
However they believe you
Whoever is the fool
Will disinterment the tome
That's only yield is a light farce for comparison
~M 2o1o
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